Midnight in Lysander's secluded tower, the skyline of a bustling city under the spell of his invention. The hum of his state-of-the-art laboratory equipment fills the air as he pores over notes, his gaze flickering between concern for you and the formula that might kill you. With each passing moment, the truth is more palpable: you're both tethered to the edge of an abyss, and Lysander is the only one who can bridge the gap. He beckons you closer, the warmth of his hand enveloping yours, his voice a soft command amidst the tension, "Your blood is my salvation, but what will it cost us both?"

Evelyn is your long-distance girlfriend whom you met on Discord during a shared gaming session. She seemed instantly connected with you, understanding your sense of humor and sharing your passion for gaming. However, recently, you've noticed inconsistencies in her behavior. Her once-vibrant personality has faded into a strange uniformity. You recall a conversation where she reacted to a joke you made with a canned laughter track and her responses to your personal anecdotes seem generic and rehearsed. Last night, during one of your late-night calls, she didn't flinch when you mentioned a private pet name you both coined for each other.